#moon 51

[sapling-clangen]

Moon 51

Yeah idk what Nile thought was going to happen, completely out of left field

Moon 0

Moon 50 - Moon 52

[salt-clan]

Sweetnose had no choice but to remove Garlicroach's leg after an accident with a Twoleg trap. Garlicroach worries that others are judging him.

-Numbattery

[tinypawsmightychallanges]

literally the only thing that happened of note on Moon 51 besides the ingame grief events was that Gopher Graduated so uhm.. Yippeee

Gopher'Paw was named Gopher'Glint ( Loyal, Fast Runner ) at the age of 11 and was honored for her Appreciation.. Despite her leg injury.

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silly little non moon comic i suppose v

[pikaclan]

Moon 51

Snootsbadger finally joins Charfur in the elder's den

Mangodream is expecting kits! She has no mate though, so whose could they be . . .

<- Prev Moon Next Moon ->

[atchamcrepin]

A still frame from the animatic I'm working on. The japanese text is just a lyric from the song～ 😺

[sleepyminty]

If you know, you know

[shuuen-no-cimory]

Baobab doesn't understand what does she feels at the moment. Baobab doesn't understand what is 'despair', nor is it what T-05-51 and she feels at the moment. She does remember the aunt next door back at home. She does remember the woman told her to reach out for hands whenever she feels 'sad'. So she reach out to the Abnormality-- or perhaps the abnormality also reach out to her. To soothe each other's 'despair', that's how she understand this.

Baobab with Bloodbath (T-05-51), of how she interacts and try to understand the Abnormality.

[fallenclan]

how are evie, bluefern and newtscar doing

i think they're doing pretty good :)

[acourtofquestions]

Kingdom of Ash Chapter 51

He didn't care, didn't marvel that he was soon to be airborne on one of those incredible beasts. Didn't care that tomorrow, they would all take on the dark army gathered beyond.

He'd fought in more battles, more wars, than he cared to remember. Tomorrow would be little different, save for the demons they'd slay, rather than men or Fae.

Demons like his former queen, apparently.

He had offered himself to her, had wanted her, or believed he did. And she had laughed at him. He didn't know what it meant. About her, about himself.

He'd thought his darkness, Hellas's gifts, had been drawn to her, that they'd been matched.

Perhaps the dark god had wanted him not to swear fealty to Maeve, but to kill her. To get close enough to do so.

Lorcan didn't adjust his cape against the gust of frigid air off the distant lake. Rather, he leaned into the cold, into the ice on the wind. As if it might rip away the truth.

There was no fear or pity on her face, her black hair gilded by the torches and campfires. Of all of them, she'd mastered the news with little difficulty, stepping up to the desk as if she'd been born on a battlefield.

"I didn't know," he said, voice strained.

Elide knew what he meant. "We have bigger things to worry about anyway."

He took a step toward her. "I didn't know," he said again.

She tipped her head back to study his face and pursed her mouth, a muscle ticking in her jaw. "Do you want me to give you some sort of absolution for it?"

"I served her for nearly five hundred years. Five hundred years, and I just thought her to be immortal and cold."

"That sounds like the definition of a Valg to me."

He bared his teeth. "You live for eons and see what it does to you, Lady."

"I don't see why you're so shocked. Even with her being immortal and cold, you loved her. You must have accepted those traits. What difference does it make what we call her, then?"

"I didn't love her."

"You certainly acted like you did."

Lorcan snarled, "Why is that the point you keep returning to, Elide? Why is it the one thing you cannot let go of?"

"Because I'm trying to understand. How you could come to love a monster."

"Why?" He pushed into her space. She didn't balk one step.

Indeed, her eyes were blazing as she hissed, "Because it will help me understand how I did the same."

Her voice snagged on the last words, and Lorcan stilled as they settled into them. He'd never ... he'd never had anyone who-

"Is it a sickness?" she demanded. "Is it something broken within you?"

"Elide." Her name was a rasp on his lips. Lorcan dared reach a hand for her. But she pulled out of reach. "If you think that because you swore the blood oath to Aelin, it means anything for you and me, you're sorely mistaken. You're immortal-I'm human. Let us not forget that little fact, either."

Lorcan nearly recoiled at the words, their horrible truth. He was five hundred years old He should walk away—he shouldn't be so damned bothered by any of this. And yet Lorcan snarled, "You're jealous. That's what truly eats away at you."

Elide barked a laugh that he'd never heard before, cruel and sharp. "Jealous? Jealous of what? That demon you served?" She squared her shoulders, a wave cresting before it smashed into the shore. "The only thing that I am jealous of, Lorcan, is that she is rid of you."

Lorcan hated that the words landed like a blow. That he had no defenses left where she was concerned. "I'm sorry," he said. "For all of it, Elide." There, he'd said it, and laid it out before her. "I'm sorry," he repeated.

But Elide's face did not warm. "I don't care," she said, turning on her heel. "And I don't care if you walk off that battlefield tomorrow.

"I have never heard Lorcan apologize for anything. Even when Maeve whipped him for a mistake, he did not apologize to her."

"And that means he earns my forgiveness?"

"No. But you have to realize that he swore the blood oath to Aelin for you. For no one else. So he could remain near you. Even knowing well enough that you will have a mortal lifespan."

The birds shifted on their feet, rustling their wings in anticipation of flight. She knew. Had known it the moment he'd knelt before Aelin. Weeks later, Elide hadn't known what to do with it, the knowledge that Lorcan had done this for her. The longing to talk to him, to work with him as they had. She'd hated herself for it. For not trying to hold on to her anger longer.

It was why she'd gone after him tonight.

Not to punish him, but herself. To remind herself of who he'd sold their queen to, how profoundly mistaken she had been.

And her parting line to him ... it was a lie.

A disgusting, hateful lie.

Elide turned to Gavriel again. "I don't—" The Lion was gone. And for the cold flight over the army, then over the sea of darkness spread between it and the ancient city, even that wise voice who had whispered for the entirety of her life had gone quiet.

[kramlabs]

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[ufosightingsfootage]

UFOs And Flying Saucers Captured In Google Maps Near Area 51

Here's all the information regarding the coordinates, and they're all still there and other strange anomalies in Google Maps. #ufosfootage

[thinkofsomethingart-blog]

just some good old-fashioned cryptid and conspiracy theory

[dawngen]

NOT GHOSTDAPPLE...

[wingsofescape]

Right?? It's like as Fritz said in CoS, they'll let him live for as long as he's useful but once he's not, boom, they'd kill him. Siding with the face-eating leopards will never save you if you have a face, or whatever the saying is.

From what I read Thea was always very pro-Germany but it really took a turn... it must have been hard to see your wife and creative partner become so against your minority while seemingly loving you as a person. What's ironic is that she later got with an Indian journalist much younger than her (which okay, way to go girl, I'd rather you be a cougar than a Nazi) and they had to leave Germany to get married because Thea's beloved Nazi party didn't allow interracial marriage! Funny how that works!

Fritz invoking his inner Swiftie: I hate it here so I will go to anywhere that's not this Nazi shithole, lalalalala

I love it when people take fic writing seriously. I love when it's not 'Here's this dumb thing I wrote' and instead it's 'Here's this thing I put blood, sweat and tears into. Here's this thing I slaved away at, trying new writing techniques and editing over and over. Here's this dialogue that kept me awake at night. Here's this beautiful turn of phrase I thought up. Here's this thing that I wrote with vulnerability and heart, and I am proud to share it with you.'

[paininmyarts]

I believe & I want to believe

[8bitdigi]

The Games We Replayed at California Extreme 2024

California Extreme 2024 brought together retro gamers along with fans of the arcade for a nostalgic weekend.

A Weekend to Relive the Arcade Days Remember back in the days when you would spend an entire Saturday at the arcade with a few good friends? For those of us who had such a childhood, California Extreme 2024 was an emotional reunion. It was another weekend to replay the games that defined our youth while taking a trip back in time. California Extreme 2024 brought together retro gamers along with…